Aoede

Probably getting tired of that title at this point, eh?  ;)  It would probably be a good idea to actually come up with some sort of title for it.  Eh, whatever.  It's time to do some writing!

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Jane threw down the towel, her hands clenching at her sides.  All her concern was gone, replaced by anger.  "Is that all you came here for?  To look at a few crappy lines on a sheet of paper?  IS THAT ALL I'M GOOD FOR?!"

Aoede jumped from the chair and held her hands out in front of her.  "I'm sorry.  No.  But I felt you writing and I thought I could help you.  Honestly.  I really like what you've got started."

"You didn't think to knock?  Or enter like a normal person?  Or were you just going to stand there, leaning over my shoulder like some kind of psycho, until I noticed you were there?  This is not your world, this is mine, my room, my apartment.  Maybe you were able to do this shit when the Greeks were running around and philosophizing left, right, and center.  But not now."

Aoede pushed her long black her away from her face, blinking her gray eyes in slight confusion.  Never in her long years of inspiring people had she had such a reaction.  Always she'd been able to come and go as she pleased, even now, with all the people concerned about security and whatnot.  Then again, she'd also never really announced herself to one of her charges before.  "I'm... sorry.  I didn't realize you felt that way.  I'm not used to having to, um, announce myself when I look in on one of my charges."  She folded her long pianists fingers and shrugged diffidently.

"Don't ever do it again.  You never know what could be going on while you just decide to pop in!"  Aoede figured she knew what Jane meant, but it had happened before and not phased her in the least.  Why, some people composed their best work while having sex or masturbating.

"Alright, I won't visit you unannounced."  Jane narrowed her green eyes suspiciously, but shook her head.  She tugged on her blond hair and moved to the chair vacated by the muse.  She sank down into it and turned to look at the demigoddess.

"Did you really think the lines were okay?  I mean... they weren't too cheesy?"

Aoede just looked at her.  "Pick up your pen.  I think you should be able to write a few more lines."  Turning back to the desk, Jane did pick up her pen.  She grumbled to herself about bossy Muses who thought they knew everything about writing.  But as soon as she set the pen to paper, the words came.

As she wrote, she spoke them aloud, rolling them in her mouth to feel how they flowed.  "The earth quivers / But even in its fear / It cannot hide itself / From the scouring wind and rain / Which strip away the hope of new life."